Rosetta Stone

Young Thug

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    Most times I feel unforgiving
    That's exactly what you get when you rise into the ceilin' (ooh-ooh)
    Sometimes I feel like forgivin', yeah
    Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies (ahh)
    I can't trust none of these ho's, nah, 'cause they come when you winnin'
    They gon' come around and act like they down
    Just spend all your dividends (yeah)
    Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win
    Fuck that put your hand in the sky'
    'Cause you're blessed and you gon' get another chance (woah-oah-oah)
    Sometimes I feel like this game rigged
    Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys
    Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win (yeah, yeah-eah)

    Jumpin' of the top of the house into the pool on a Sunday (on a Sunday) (woo)
    All I know is I chill barbecue with you, on a Sunday (young Sex)
    I Tom Brady, throw my dick at you bae (throw my dick at you bae)
    Sit in the bathroom with ya, I'm a take a piss with you, baby (piss with you, baby)
    Rose gold toilets when you take a shit on 'em, baby
    Harley David' ride my dick I'm 'bout to spit on you, baby
    I'm entitled to you all the time and lean on you baby
    Put your knees on the floor like daddy sprinkle you, baby
    I ain't gon' send it to nobody, let me take a flick of you, baby
    Tryna tell you 'bout my day, answer lil' baby

    I left 25,000 on your dresser (woo), fuck that thirteen thou' like a molester (yeah)
    Diamonds hanging out my blouse cost (diamonds hanging out my shirt)
    You steal my shirt and you just might be rich forever (yeah)
    Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (okay, okay)
    Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (okay, okay)
    I told her old girl get out my fuckin' house
    I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (ain't goin' for it)

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    I kinda, feel a, way with you
    I kinda, feel you presence when you ain't in the room
    This chess, this not no checkers
    I remember when you said that to me, with no arguing
    You just a fine mo'fucker
    You got me feelin' like I'm scavengin'
    And you said he made you mad now you after him
    I just can't wait until you happy again
    I see you use a whole roll of napkins
    And I just wanna tell you with no cap on it
    The way he made you cry would never dap again
    Give me the word, and he'll never wake up from a nap again, ahh
    Look me up it ain't no cap under my name, on the streets or in the pen
    Fallin' in love with my friend (woo, okay, okay)

    I left 75,000 on your dresser (75), fuck that thirteen thou' like a molester (yeah)
    Diamonds hanging out my blouse cost (diamonds hanging out my shirt)
    You steal my shirt, and you just might be rich forever (yeah)
    Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (okay, okay)
    Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (okay, okay)
    I told her old girl get out my fuckin' house
    I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (yeah)

    Most times I feel unforgiving
    That's exactly what you get when you rise into the ceilin' (yeah)
    Sometimes I feel like forgivin'
    Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies (ahh)
    I can't trust none of these ho's, nah
    'Cause they come when you winnin'
    They gon' come around and act like they down, just spend all your dividends (yeah)
    Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win
    Fuck that put your hand in the sky'
    'Cause you're blessed and you gon' get another chance (woah-oah-oah)
    Sometimes I feel like this game rigged
    Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys
    Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win

    Darling I left a 100, 000 dollar on your dresser
    Fuck that lil' thirteen thou' like a molester
    The diamonds hanging out my blouse cost me
    Shit, you steal this shirt and you just might be rich forever
    Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth
    I said: Bitch, we got bells like we fuckin' south, fuck that ho
    I told old girl get out my fuckin' house
    Can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft
    Can't have no goofy bitches that'll run they mouth
    Can't have no goofy bitches tellin' somethin' about me

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